𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕊𝕄ℙ [ 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ]

ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕔𝕜𝔹𝕦𝕣 ~ 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: LS!Quackity / Ghostbur / Revivbur

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖/ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖: Las Nevadas, a few days before Wilbur's Revival.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff / Angst

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡/𝔻𝕦𝕠: LS!Quackity / Ghostbur

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: It's a rainy day today. Unfortunately for Ghostbur, which just so happened to be exploring Las Nevadas. It being quite a big area, he wouldn't be able to get out of if before melting. And so, he's forced to hide under a porch of a house and wait through the rain. The house just happened to be Quackity's...

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤: Injuries, skin melting in rain lmao, mentions of scars & injuries.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4669 words.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: YO YO YO HERE IT IS AHA this is dedicated to a good friend of mine, a sussy baka and an asshole but they deserve it ig hm hm hm, anyway, i hope you'll enjoy!

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Rain. One thing Ghostbur is truly vulnerable to. And of course, his luck had to fail him once more, just when he noticed this new area.. he's never seen before. Reading the huge sign on the entrance of the sandy country, it read 'Las Nevadas'. Interesting.

And well, Ghostbur being Ghostbur, he naturally has gotten really curious, and decided to enter, look around, explore.

It was a mistake.

Right now, breathlessly, the skinny ghost had stared down at the woody floor underneath himself, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders as he tried to calm down. Deal with it. The way his skin felt like it was literally melting. The way the sizzling sound was filling his ears alongside with the rain hitting the ground outside the tiny porch he managed to get to before the storm would have turned him into jam. The tears weren't helping.

Usually, Ghostbur wouldn't cry because of it. As a ghost, he didn't really care about death. Still, it's not like he could actually die... if he'd happen to 'die' though, he'd probably end up in a place like Alivebur's own limbo or whatever other horrible place. He didn't want that. Pain was another thing he'd complain about, I mean, just imagine your skin burning, melting.. because of goddamn rain. Well, since rain wouldn't happen to hurt you, just imagine a rain of lava. An accurate comparison to what rain was to the Brit.

Currently, ragged breaths escaping him rapidly, he kept himself up on his knees, his clothes completely soaked, making his skin burn even more. It was torture. It didn't hurt as bad as the tiny droplets of water on his bare skin, although it still.. burned.

Looking over his shoulder, Ghostbur sniffled, as he watched the rain falling down, wetting the sand and hitting the roof above the porch he had been sitting on. He was cold now. Really cold.